Irvine walks down the spooky street. He didn't understand why the Hotel had to be located in such a horrifying biome. He looks up at the jackolanterns and shivers. "I've never liked those things... damn, I can't get that Casino memory out of my head." he says out loud, shivering again. The cobblestone street clicked under each footfall he made, but couldn't help but feel like he was being watched in this dark realm.

Irvine wrote:Irvine walks down the spooky street. He didn't understand why the Hotel had to be located in such a horrifying biome. He looks up at the jackolanterns and shivers. "I've never liked those things... damn, I can't get that Casino memory out of my head." he says out loud, shivering again. The cobblestone street clicked under each footfall he made, but couldn't help but feel like he was being watched in this dark realm.

"Don't move." came a cool and confident tone, and the round metal barrel of her Greaser against the small of Irvine's back. The orange haired Lunch had been taking refuge in this Biome since the beginning of the attacks; even the monster that was eating everyone had slipped past her without giving a single notice. "Set your gun upon the floor, slowly." she commands, digging the barrel deeper into his back.

Irvine wrote:Irvine walks down the spooky street. He didn't understand why the Hotel had to be located in such a horrifying biome. He looks up at the jackolanterns and shivers. "I've never liked those things... damn, I can't get that Casino memory out of my head." he says out loud, shivering again. The cobblestone street clicked under each footfall he made, but couldn't help but feel like he was being watched in this dark realm.

"Don't move." came a cool and confident tone, and the round metal barrel of her Greaser against the small of Irvine's back. The orange haired Lunch had been taking refuge in this Biome since the beginning of the attacks; even the monster that was eating everyone had slipped past her without giving a single notice. "Set your gun upon the floor, slowly." she commands, digging the barrel deeper into his back.

He let out a shriek as the gun was pressed against his back. "NO DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!!!" He screamed, his eyes becoming almost comically large. He just knew it, he KNEW IT. He shouldn't have trusted this biome at all! He shouldn't have sold his boat and decide to live here to make a meager living. But no... he was now going to die because someone with a gun was holding him up! Someone with a pretty, yet scary voice mind you, but nonetheless he was scared shitless.

Lunch puffed out her cheeks, her brow furrows together and she strikes the kid in the back with the gun, pistol whipping him. "Shut it, and just do as I say. I can kill you remember." Her cool voice had turned to rage only for a few seconds but then she calmly told him again to set his gun down. "Set your handgun down gently, or I'll turn you into swiss cheese. This is a Greaser Submachine gun after all. And I'm quite proficient with it." Her hazel eyes looked piercingly at the back of his head and she digs the barrel of her weapon into his back again. "Don't make me say it a third time." she threatens, her tone even more cold now that her rage has become 'calm anger'.

The gun's weight striking his back made him flinch, and he shut himself up just as immediately. "Okay....just...let me drop my gun right here..." he says, gulping as he lowers his weapon onto the ground, all the while trying to picture what the Greaser SMG looked like. It took a moment, but then the gun came to his head:

It was a rather simple weapon, but it hardly kicked at all when you fired it. It was a full size uzi worthy of being used for both Mercs and Military alike. That and the weapon was rather common since he was a baby.

He stood up again, remembering the gun in his holster but said nothing of it. "Look...maybe, we can work something out? You sound like a beautiful and fully capable woman who would be willing to compromise? What-what do you say?" he asks shakily.

Irvine wrote:The gun's weight striking his back made him flinch, and he shut himself up just as immediately. "Okay....just...let me drop my gun right here..." he says, gulping as he lowers his weapon onto the ground, all the while trying to picture what the Greaser SMG looked like. It took a moment, but then the gun came to his head:

It was a rather simple weapon, but it hardly kicked at all when you fired it. It was a full size uzi worthy of being used for both Mercs and Military alike. That and the weapon was rather common since he was a baby.

He stood up again, remembering the gun in his holster but said nothing of it. "Look...maybe, we can work something out? You sound like a beautiful and fully capable woman who would be willing to compromise? What-what do you say?" he asks shakily.

"Shut it." she replied coldly again. She eyed the thigh holster and drew the handgun from it. It was a tad odd the weapon, it looked like a Broken Lion .45, but it seemed a hellvalot more customized. "Interesting firearm..." she says, sticking the handgun behind the belt of her pants, just above her fanny. She sticks the SMG against his back again, then looks to his black bag. "What's in the bag?"

He shuts up plain and nice. He holds his arms up and slowly turns his head to the left a little when noting the firearm which now left his holster. "It's custom...I made it myself..." he gulps, then is asked about the bag. "Th-the bag? What bag? O-O-oh! Th-this bag? Oh, its nothing, nothing but clothes...and some souvenirs." he gulped.

Irvine wrote:He shuts up plain and nice. He holds his arms up and slowly turns his head to the left a little when noting the firearm which now left his holster. "It's custom...I made it myself..." he gulps, then is asked about the bag. "Th-the bag? What bag? O-O-oh! Th-this bag? Oh, its nothing, nothing but clothes...and some souvenirs." he gulped.

"Custom eh? If what you say is true, you've done a great job on the weapon; it'll come in handy for me." She says before raising an eyebrow, not that the kid could see her yet. "Clothes and Souvenirs... riiight." she says, slipping a hand around his waist, patting the bag. It felt bulky and hard rather than 'soft' as it would have been more like if there had been clothes inside. "You should be a tad easy on the starch then; they're quite stiff." she reaches up and digs the barrel of the submachine gun into his neck while she leans forward, the large soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his mid back while her other hand was reaching for the zipper. "Make any sudden moves, and I'll make you stiff." she threatens, groping around for the metal little tag, her fingers finding it after a few seconds and she then pulls it towards her, unzipping the bag and then reached inside it. The kid was taller than her with reddish hair and a slender frame; he didn't really look the type to fight back but she had to be on her toes.

Lunch wrote:"Custom eh? If what you say is true, you've done a great job on the weapon; it'll come in handy for me." She says before raising an eyebrow, not that the kid could see her yet. "Clothes and Souvenirs... riiight." she says, slipping a hand around his waist, patting the bag. It felt bulky and hard rather than 'soft' as it would have been more like if there had been clothes inside. "You should be a tad easy on the starch then; they're quite stiff." she reaches up and digs the barrel of the submachine gun into his neck while she leans forward, the large soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his mid back while her other hand was reaching for the zipper. "Make any sudden moves, and I'll make you stiff." she threatens, groping around for the metal little tag, her fingers finding it after a few seconds and she then pulls it towards her, unzipping the bag and then reached inside it. The kid was taller than her with reddish hair and a slender frame; he didn't really look the type to fight back but she had to be on her toes.

He bit his lip as she compliments his life's work-or what WOULD have been his life's work if he was soon shot to death. He feels the barrel of the full sized machine pistol against his neck and he closes his eyes, feeling all too sick in the stomach again. That is when he felt the soft mounds of her upper torso press against his back, his eyes widening and his face blushing slightly from their firmness. "Woah...they feel good!" he thinks when she then threatens his life again, making him even more nervous again. "I...wouldn't want that to happen." he gulps, then hears her unzipping the bag. He looks down, seeing a slender yet beautiful hand clad in a brown leather fingerless glove reach inside and then he lets out a small sigh of relief that goes barely unnoticed as she pulls out the post cards and then a cellular phone. "Like-like I said. Its a bag of souvenirs.." he gulps again, feeling the warmth of her breasts upon his back yet.

Irvine wrote:"I...wouldn't want that to happen." he gulps, then hears her unzipping the bag.

.... "Like-like I said. Its a bag of souvenirs.."

"Good, I'd really wouldn't want your brain cells or what would be left of them, sliding down my shirt." she says almost playfully in response. As she looks at the post cards and such she raises an eyebrow. "Alright then... Since I don't want to stand here all night looking through this heavy bag, I guess I'll just have to take you with me." she says slipping the items back into the bag again and zips it closed. "Besides, I could always use a meat shield." she says rather nonchalantly.

Lunch wrote:"Good, I'd really wouldn't want your brain cells or what would be left of them, sliding down my shirt."

Don't get him wrong, in some dark part of him Irvine thought that was both disgusting and hot at the same time. "Gods that was creepy, even for me to imagine. Scratch that."

Lunch wrote:"Alright then... Since I don't want to stand here all night looking through this heavy bag, I guess I'll just have to take you with me." she says slipping the items back into the bag again and zips it closed. "Besides, I could always use a meat shield." she says rather nonchalantly.

"Your WHAT?!" he screamed, trying to look back at the woman who was now intent on using him as a shield.

Lunch wrote:"Good, I'd really wouldn't want your brain cells or what would be left of them, sliding down my shirt."

Don't get him wrong, in some dark part of him Irvine thought that was both disgusting and hot at the same time. "Gods that was creepy, even for me to imagine. Scratch that."

Lunch wrote:"Alright then... Since I don't want to stand here all night looking through this heavy bag, I guess I'll just have to take you with me." she says slipping the items back into the bag again and zips it closed. "Besides, I could always use a meat shield." she says rather nonchalantly.

"Your WHAT?!" he screamed, trying to look back at the woman who was now intent on using him as a shield.

She jabbed the barrel back into his back again, pulling her body away from him as she did so. "You heard me. Now kick that Security Issue aside, you won't be needing it." she says cooly. She then brought the gun up to his cheek and pushed it back ahead of him so fast that neither of them actually got a good look at the other's face for more than half a second. "Look, I'm quite sure you've never been held up before, but generally if you don't look at the one with the gun's face, your chances of survival go drastically up. Not always mind you, but at least with my company you can expect that. Thieves honor and all that bullshit." she says with a slight chuckle. "Now if you be a good boy, and if the C.K.B. or if I decide not to shoot you, we can both leave this place alive." she says with another smile. "So, like I said before red head-kick the gun aside." she says this last bit more aggressively, cocking back the machinegun she held.

As Rio and Alastor stepped out, Rio's body began to glow, and she lets out a rather disheartened sigh. Her body was then fitted with her Ghost Cafe outfit, which was more or less a gothic lolita inspired maid outfit:

She blushed, holding her breasts close together and turned slightly away from Alastor. "S-sorry...My clothes tend to do that. I reallly need to tell Miz Flynn about these clothes. I mean I never have to change my clothes, but gah...I hate the magical girl routine." she sighs again, palming her forehead.

Alastor wrote:"Yeah, I imagine that never stops being weird." He replied in an effort to console.

She shook her head, blushing yet. "Yeah... it never really does. But like I said, it helps keep me up to date with the theme; 160 days without a malfunction." she says with a slight smirk. She blinks. "Huh, you took that transformation rather well."

Alastor wrote:"Let's just say I see a lot of strange thing when demon hunting." He replied. "Either way, we should probably grab Irvine before he starts crying."

She blinks, and thinks of Jemial again. "Ohhhh right... the clown with the floating fetish.." she says with a shiver. "Well, if I remember correctly he lives up in the Ghost Castle. We should start by checking there to see if he's still around."

Lunch smiled, and pushed the man forward. "Good boy, now keep moving or else I'll have to plug you with a few holes your not used to." she threatens again, her hand upon his shoulder as she pushes him onwards. His handgun tucked behind her with the barrel slipped between the belt just above her fanny, and her SMG now pressed against the small of his back again, Lunch thought it might be ideal for them to keep moving forward. She didn't feel right about the air...she felt watched.

Rio in her 'Ghost Castle Gothic Lolita Maid Cafe outfit™', turned the corner paused. She slowly backed up and then pointed down the hall. "I can't tell him out from behind, but I think thats him there with the woman holding him up with a SMG. I haven't seen her before, but he's certainly tall enough to fit the description." she tells Alastor.

Before either Alastor or Rio could jump into the fray, a flash of orange and brown flashed past them, only Al could have seen what he thought for a moment be a busy tail as the speeding figure blitzed past them and locked on to the orange haired woman. The figure jumped, still at the same speed as before, so still just a flash of orange and brown as a battle cry echoed through the street and the figure brought both of her boots to connect with Christy Anders, a.k.a. "Lunch"'s back. She grabbed the taller red haired man's left wrist, pulling him towards her while Lunch was sent SOARING down the alley, tumbling and then finally stopping when the alley curved and she collided dead on with a wall. As for Irvine, the young man whom the Female Figure who now is still and with both feet upon the tiled floor, he fell face first into the gentle and soft cushioning of his heroines breasts. Standing before him, at a much less incredible shorter height of 5'4, was a scantly clad yet quite athletic (and beauteous) Risu-mimi, Makoto Nanaya. Her long bushy and curly tail swayed left to right happily; her big brown eyes gaped down at the young man whom she had yet had the knowledge of knowing yet, while his face was still half buried in the cleavage of her underboob. She grinned widely, blushing with a short-lived giggle (unknown if it sounded like 'oh cute' or 'oh you', but it didn't scream 'STOP') and pulled back the collar of young man till his head looked up (while his jaw was still squished between her massive breasts) and whom she finally got to meet with direct eye contact. She chuckled, now sounding like if she had accidentally bumped into him and created an awkward scene...well, for the mostpart she did..but let us continue with her response~

"Why hello there! Sorry for dropping in like that, but I didn't think your idea of 'fun' was being held at gunpoint. So...I came and helped, and now here I am." she says with a cheerful voice, giggling again not exactly caring that his head was perched upon her 'twins'. "So...do you want to blow this popsicle stand?" she asked patting the back of his head.

Irvine had no idea how-or what had happened to get him so fast out of a predicament, but that reasoning was invalid--he was face deep in a rather attractive beast-kin's breasts! Large, supple and extremely soft at that, and all the while his heart kept beating rapidly in his chest but felt more like his heart was leaping in his throat. "W-..." he started, feeling her wiggling breasts under-cleavage manipulate his chin up, staring into the big beautiful brown eyes of the Squirrel.

Makoto Nanaya wrote:

"Why hello there! Sorry for dropping in like that, but I didn't think your idea of 'fun' was being held at gunpoint. So...I came and helped, and now here I am." she says with a cheerful voice, giggling again not exactly caring that his head was perched upon her 'twins'. "So...do you want to blow this popsicle stand?" she asked patting the back of his head.

Her soothing voice made him loose concentration, repeating the words over and over in his mind. He blushed deeply, especially when she was patting the back of his head. He blinked twice, nodding, causing her breasts to bobble (since he couldn't remove his head from them) and then said: "Y-yeah! Soun-sounds great." he says almost in a whisper, stunned by her beauty and her oh so soft melons that were squeezing the air out of his neck, slowly turning his face blue without him fighting for air. "I could die this way...and enjoy it." he thought, and half chuckled, feeling his face warm and his head dizzy.

"Huh, I guess step one is over." Alastor said, and then walked closer to the squirrel girl and Irvine, who most certainly wished to plough her 'tracts of land'. He looked Irvine and said "Why is it I always need to pull you out of danger when I run into you?" He said, then turned to the young woman and said. "Thanks for helping out my friend, he can be a bit of an idiot, but he's mostly harmless. Name's Alastor, that's Rio" nodding in Rio's direction "And the young man using your breasts as pillows is Irvine."